In the car, they remained silent the entire way.
My funeral was held in my father’s pack.
My coffin was laid in a grave, with everyone placing flowers on top of it..
My mother was leaning against my father’s shoulder, crying uncontrollably.
I rushed forward to hug her, but I couldn’t. My hands simply passed through her body.
Caden stepped forward and placed a bouquet of white roses on my coffin, and Drake followed him.
Seeing Drake, my mother lost control. She lunged at him, pushing him away.
“How dare you come here!” My mother lost control seeing Drake and pushed him You’re the one who killed Lyra! Give me back my daughter!”
Drake stumbled and fell against my gravestone.
“This can’t be true. You’re all conspiring to fool me again. It’s not true…”
Drake’s face was pale as he stared unblinkingly at my photo on the tombstone.
Then he staggered to his feet and turned to my father.
“This isn’t real, right? Where are you hiding, Lyra?” He stammered.
His reaction surprised me. I thought he wouldn’t care whether I lived or died.
away.
“She’s dead! And it’s your fault!” My mother cried out in anguish, slapping Drake hard across
the face.
Drake didn’t dodge; instead, his eyes turned red.
My mother raised her hand again, but my father stopped her and pulled her into his embrace.
